Chapter One

"Kids, kids! Be quiet! I have an announcement. There will be two new boys in class tomorrow." Mrs. Deam said over the faint whispering of students.

"What do they look like?" Lacey asked in her high pitched, squeaky voice. Lacy was a prep, cheerleader, and a pit-bull. If you ask me, thats a bad combination.

"I don't know yet, but you'll see them tomorrow morning" Mrs. Deam answered and sat down in her chair behind her desk. "You all can have the last few minutes as silent reading or talking to friends."

Friends. I didn't have any so I got out my new notepad and started sketching.

"What are you doing over there all alone, Schuyler?" Lacy asked walking up to my desk. "Why don't you go play with the other freaks?"

"Oh, I'm sorry Lacy, but I don't feel like playing with you today." I said and looked said. I watched her face get red, than redder, than slowly turn back to her to tan, natural, or unnatural, color.

"You think we're the freaks? Are you serious?" She said looking at her little group behind her. All the girls there started to scrawl. "I mean look around. You wouldn't be such a freak if you just had some friends, but since no one likes you..." She finished with a gleam in her eye.

"Oh, I think I'm going to cry..., but I won't. Plus I don't want any friends." I said watching that gleam slowly turn to hatred.

I really had no idea why Lacey hated me so much. I never so much as gave her a second glance. Maybe it was the first glance that had her ticked off. I had only been here for a year and it seemed Lacey had made it her personal goal to make my life miserable. It wasn't working, but it was annoying.

Lacey sat down on top of my desk and leaned into my face. Then her arm snaked out to grab a hand full of my hair. I graped her thin wrist and glared at her.

"I don't think so." I said glaring death at her.

By this time almost everyone in the classroom was watching. I watched Lacey slowly smile and then saw tears well up in her eyes and spill over. She let her face crumple and let out a wail. "Mrs. Deam!!! Schuyler's hurting me!!!"

"You want hurt?" I asked whispering in her ear. I knew I was going to get in trouble anyway so why not cause some damage? I flicked my wrist just so that I heard a crack.

Lacey stared at me and then her hand and let out a piercing scream.

By this time Mr. Deam had made it halfway up the aisle. When she heard Lacey scream she was there in two bounds.

I let go of Lacey's wrist and sat back, picked up my notebook, and started sketching again. Lacey fell to the floor at my feet holding her wrist and screaming and crying and carrying on.

"What happened here! Schuyler what did you do?" Mrs. Deam asked folding her chubby body so she could get a closer look at Lacey's wrist.

"Its just sprained. Plus it was self defense. She was going to pull my hair." I said concentrating on the tiny details of my picture of the boy who had haunted my dreams since coming to this school. I didn't know who he was, but he was beautiful. So I liked to sketch him.

"Schuyler, go to the principles office right now." Mrs. Deam hissed through clenched teeth.

"Fine, I'll only be there for like five seconds anyway." I say and glance down at Lacey. She was still rocking herself on the floor. I smile. "Tootles!" Then I run out of the classroom with my things.

Chapter Two

The school was huge. That had been my first thought on my first day here." As I was walking down the hallway to the principles office I was thinking the same thing as